Poems by Edith Matilda Thomas

Do ye remember, or do ye forget,
O silent and sufficing ones--ye Trees,
That take and pass t...

'Tis Elfinell--a witch's child,
From holy minster banned..
Again the old glad bell rings out
...

Thou art clothed on with plumes, as with leaves,
Frond-like, and lighter than air;
Thy pini...

O Nights of silver memory--O Nights!--
Here at this casement (as of old) I stand,
And greet th...

Quoth the little brown bat: "I rise with the owl--
Wisest and best of the feathered fowl;
Let ...

There was one of my kin (of another day)
When the Riddle of Life defied her powers,
And her fr...

I Between these frowning granite steeps
The human river onward sweeps;
And here it moves with...

"Ah, how the years exile us into dreams!" --WALTER CAREY There is a dancing in the morning beam...

It was a gleaner in the fields--
The fields gleaned long ago:
The evening wind swept down from...

What shall I say of thee,
Flower all elusive, guarding alike from the rain and the sun
The my...

Willow buds in burnished sheath,
And the fruit tree's snowy wreath--
All are safely shut away,...

Oh, mystery of the morning gloam,
Of haunted air, of windless hush!
Oh, wonder of the deepe...

It is dead low tide, and the wasted sea beats far;
Up from the caves of the underworld slowly ...

There is a circle of malignant hell
Not given to the Florentine to know.
It is not hidden in th...

As I came through the Valley Sleep
(Upon each side a frowning steep),
A dream my weighted step...